Well the foggy stuff seems to have gone. Strange old business that lark, you can see the hills one moment the next you can’t even see the uncles having a fight. Mind you, you can hear the old horns clattering against each other and the snorting and a few other noises besides, some best not mentioned here.
It is now windy and the leaves have been blown off the trees. Some trees, you may not have noticed – but I have – do not lose their leaves. Now this is probably quite sensible. Imagine you are a tree. You spend ages covering yourself in leaves and for some silly reason later on, the leaves change colour and all fall off. What a waste. I can tell you this, if I grew leaves I would not let them fall off.
It would be like carrying your own tree round with you in the winter- keep the rain off, now there’s a thing.
Wylde (botanist) of Chillingham